Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'-Chapter 1352 - 283: Void Route: Toward the [White Wolf] Ending (8)

Melancholy.

Anger.

Unease.

Pain.

Regret.

Joy.

Such emotions cease to exist in the Void.

Only when truly facing the leadership of the Void, [Twilight Duke], or rather the [Void Emperor], can one comprehend their meaning.

The battle is about to erupt, but the manner of battle, however, is utterly unexpected.

Leoz stands in the hospital corridor, holding a Long Sword, unable to locate where the enemy truly is. The surrounding environment is neither illusion nor tangible, defying all descriptive language.

He can only observe as things unfold, watching people come and go in the hospital. The hospital of the Void appears no different than other Starry Abyss, having doctors and nurses, indiscriminate medical disputes, pharmaceutical agents, and pediatricians overworked to sudden death.

"Many years ago, Ira Dasko was born in the most ordinary family in Zhou Yuan; her father was a worker in a commune team, her mother worked at a trade station—ordinary, plain, with no Talent. She had neither twisted nor tragic past experiences."

[Twilight Duke]'s voice sounded beside him.

Instinctively, Leoz twirled his Long Blade, ready to strike down, but his rationality seized control just in time, causing him to stop the descending Long Sword—under the Sharp Blade was a small girl with white hair, delicate, neither pretty nor cute, with somewhat clouded eyes.

"The girl lived like ninety-nine percent of Zhou Yuan's Citizens—growing up in a commune, receiving education with average grades, ordinary talent, after graduation, following the organization's arrangement to serve under a designated Great Monarch as a scribe in the Sutra Chanting Institute. Afterward, she fell in love, married, had children, continuing labor production, and when necessary, took up weapons to the battlefield to fight for the land we should rightfully have."

Suddenly, the scene shifted without warning; the white-haired girl, having matured into a graceful young lady, patted Leoz on the shoulder and smiled as she passed him by.

The girl ran to a spot tens of meters ahead, holding the hand of a sturdy Void Citizen, her face showing a gentle and happy smile.

She turned her head, now adorned with wrinkles, her expression kind, with an even more stable aura—a face typical of a mother.

The white-haired woman gestured for Leoz to sit in a chair in the pavilion; Leoz took a few steps forward, glancing around—once again, the scene changed. Outside the pavilion was a Starry Abyss filled with the flames of war; sometimes it was on the Border Abyss's boundless lands, sometimes in the Layer Abyss's vast Starry Sky, and other times among the crumbling conglomerates of the Mass Abyss.

"Until old age, she never thought she would one day, as [Twilight Duke], become one of the most powerful figures in Zhou Yuan and even in the Six-Layered Starry Abyss."

The white-haired woman gently waved a fan; each wave shed ten years of age marks from her face, adding beauty and also more battle scars.

"The so-called [Twilight Duke] is not a Chosen One, but an ordinary person. Through caution, Luck, and courage, she narrowly escaped death on the battlefield, enduring countless hardships, amassing enough, and ultimately reaching the highest level of the Sutra Chanting Institute, ascending smoothly, and transcending class."

Ira Dasko stood up, thrown down a handful of chess pieces on the board:

"In this regard, we are very much alike, Lord Leoz."

The chess pieces fell like rain, clattering.

In that instant, Leoz suddenly rose, holding his Long Blade defensively, perfectly blocking an incoming Void Long Blade.

"Illusion?" Leoz was surprised: "What did you just employ?"

"Other than that strike, I did nothing, Lord Leoz."

Ira calmly withdrew the Long Sword, reverting to her childhood form, lifting a cup of tea, taking a sip. Raising her eyes, she again transformed into a mature woman, her demeanor unruffled.

"Lord Leoz, I admire you; you are a warrior who has faced Gaia, but throughout your life, you have never possessed a life of your own, so you cannot understand that at my level, it is beyond what violence can disturb."

"Every move of mine is infused with the myriad emotions of my life. What you possess is a shallow perception, but I have long transcended the objective material world."

"The strength you have amassed is considerable; calling you an 'Overlord' in the objective world is not too much, but regrettably, becoming the Chief God, facing the greatest enemy, violence has never been the answer."

[Twilight Duke] Ira Dasko gently blew a tea cup, saying softly:

"You have learned Earth's culture and should know this saying: 'The best warriors have no illustrious accomplishments.'

"At my level, no violence stronger than mine can erase me from the physical plane; no weaker existence can reach me. With a casual swing of my knife, Magic and technology will mobilize as I please."

"Do you wonder why [Player] Plyer never crafted 'Starry Abyss' storyline post-Void? Why has your System been unresponsive until now? Why do you feel powerful yet unable to touch me?"

Ira smiled slightly.

"Because it is impossible."

In the next moment, her figure suddenly appeared before Leoz, raising a hand to strike forward. Leoz reversed his hold, lifting the Long Sword to slice off [Twilight Duke]'s head, and Ira Dasko's form shattered instantly.

Yet at the same moment, the white-haired little girl raised her hand, lightly touching Leoz's calf.